Sirens
sound!! He awakes with a start and hastily grabs up his clothes, dressing
on the run, as he has done so many times before.

Thumping
of footsteps, motors churning, directions sounding over the radio, chaos!TOTAL CHAOS! Or it seems… yet, within seconds, dispatch… they are
on their way, racing down the street, sirens at ear-splitting pitch.
Meanwhile, his mind dashes to other nights of grueling, heartbreaking
tragedy - ridden, heat searing - work. And he cries to the depths of his
soul, "WHY DO I CONTINUE?"

Loaded
with nets, roof cutters, ladders, axes, they Don air masks as they arrive.
It is another bad one. Flames are shooting everywhere, lighting the
darkest of nights with an eerie glow. Screaming, a man and woman clutching
onto one another in panic.

Nothing
but PURE intuition, so it seems, takes the Firefighter through collapsing
beams, up the stairs, past flaming bedrooms and into a tiny closet to the
side of a smoke filled bedroom. He quickly gathers up two squirming
bundles in his arms, darts to the nearest window and throws them to the
waiting nets below… He then leaps.

Restrained
no longer, the man and woman bound for the nets. The firefighter,
weakened, hears sounds that are so far away, of a little dog’s whimper,
happy cries and excited voices.

Then
an explosion rocks the very ground upon which he lay. Through the pain of
a broken arm, he feels a little dog licking his face, and slowly opens his
eyes, the depth of his soul is touched, he will never be the same, he
needs no thank you’s, because he now knows the very reason "WHY HE
CONTINUES" ; for within her happy parents’ arms……………